tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-238788822024-03-07T03:25:55.024-05:00Quotes and Thoughtsabout life, death and the pursuit of clean laundry.Adielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06577148168309526848noreply@blogger.comBlogger461125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23878882.post-10108068552811549732010-04-29T06:54:00.003-04:002010-04-29T07:20:34.731-04:00A Promise For ThursdayAs I pulled my sleepy self from my comfy bed this morning one of the first sights that met my eyes was the pile of unfolded laundry towering in my room and the overflowing dirty clothes hamper in the hallway. Ugh! This laundry is really getting me down. So I searched my sleep drugged brain for a verse, any verse, to encourage me and give me a reason to hope that I could survive the day. And, of course, God gave me one:<br /><br />"...but they who wait for the LORD shall renew their strength;<br /> they shall mount up with wings like eagles;<br />they shall run and not be weary;<br /> they shall walk and not faint."<br />Isaiah 40:31<br /><br />You mean I can have that super human strength today? That marathon runner-like endurance is for me? And those majestic, soaring eagle's wings can be used to fold jeans, socks and underwear? And all I gotta do is sit back and let God do His thing with me and my day? <br /><br />Cool.Adielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06577148168309526848noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23878882.post-71400183296670552452010-04-21T14:29:00.002-04:002010-04-21T14:32:42.325-04:00A Softer Place To LandThis song touches my spirit whenever I hear it and it so accurately describes Joshua. My Joshua has been the greatest friend to me that I ever could have wished for so to simply say that he's always "there for me" just doesn't cut it. I'm a mess and I know it, but my Joshua is ever patient with me and he lovingly and unfalteringly guides me along life's crooked paths. I fall so often, but he always offers me a softer place to land.<br />I love you, my darling.<br /><br /><br />"Push" by Sarah McLachlan<br /><br />Every time I look at you the world just melts away<br />All my troubles all my fears dissolve in your affections<br />You've seen me at my weakest but you take me as I am<br />And when I fall you offer me a softer place to land<br /><br />[CHORUS:]<br />You stay the course you hold the line you keep it all together<br />You're the one true thing I know I can believe in<br />You're all the things that I desire, you save me, you complete me<br />You're the one true thing I know I can believe<br /><br />I get mad so easy but you give me room to breathe<br />No matter what I say or do 'cause you're to good to fight about it<br />Even when I have to push just to see how far you'll go<br />You won't stoop down to battle, but you never turn to go<br /><br />[CHORUS]<br /><br />Your love is just the antidote when nothing else will cure me<br />There are times I can't decide when I cant tell up from down<br />You make me feel less crazy when otherwise I'd drown<br />But you pick me up and brush me off and tell me I'm OK<br />Sometimes that's just what we need to get us through the day<br /><br /><object style="background-image:url(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/X3wK5ZWNcbM/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/X3wK5ZWNcbM&hl=en_US&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/X3wK5ZWNcbM&hl=en_US&fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object>Adielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06577148168309526848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23878882.post-76981935481233905262010-04-15T08:11:00.001-04:002010-04-15T08:13:03.104-04:00Plodding AlongIt’s been tough lately getting up in the morning and starting each day. It feels like I do the same thing day after day after day after day… I’m not depressed or even horribly discouraged, I’m just tired. It’s been a busy week and I feel like I’m running like mad always a mile behind where I should be. The laundry is piling up even though I just folded several baskets worth of the stuff yesterday. I cleaned the house and now it’s dirty again. <br /><br />I really didn’t want to write a whiny blog post, but I did feel like just saying how I’m feeling. I’m not going to wallow about in self pity. Instead, I’m getting revved up to get right back into it. My orders are to fight and that’s just what I’m going to do today. And thanks to my dad’s very encouraging tweets this morning, I’m feeling like I can keep going now. God is moving in this family and He’s using my weak, tired hands to do His work.<br /><br />But we have this treasure in jars of clay, to show that the surpassing power belongs to God and not to us. 2 Cor. 4:7Adielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06577148168309526848noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23878882.post-60851307404744641332010-04-14T11:01:00.001-04:002010-04-14T11:08:49.411-04:00Memories, Laughter and What's To ComeOne of the sillier memories that I have of my mom is when she first made her “stern” face. One night, during family devotions, one of us kids was acting up and so Mom, wanting to quietly deal with the disruptive kid so as to not interrupt my dad reading the Bible, gave the child a Look. She had meant for it to be a serious, sobering expression which would immediately render said child remorseful and quiet, but instead it came out as a goofy, rather ridiculous look which caused everyone who witnessed it to burst out laughing. Of course, we then had to ask Mom to repeat the face for those who didn’t get the first showing and pretty soon everyone (including Mom) was laughing like crazy. For years after this we’d still try to imitate that expression whenever we felt a laugh was needed. <br /><br />So yesterday I was driving along I-90 when that memory popped into my head. I smiled to myself as I remembered the fun of that moment and at the same time my heart ached because that was all in the past. But then I remembered that I’m going to see my mom again and my whole family will get to sit around one table and we will get to laugh together again. “Yes,” I thought, “heaven is going to be so good.” <br /><br />And then, like a flash, in my mind’s eye I saw another person sitting at the table with us- Jesus. He was laughing just as hard as we were and I think I even saw Him wipe away some tears, He was laughing so hard. <br /><br />Yeah, it’ll be great to be reunited as a family again, never to be separated, but even more than that I’m looking forward to hanging out with Jesus and getting to laugh riotously with my savior. <br /><br />Oh, it’s going to be so good. And if this reality is in my future, well, I guess I can hang in there for a bit longer.Adielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06577148168309526848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23878882.post-81128797168388126032010-03-22T08:38:00.000-04:002010-03-22T08:39:23.125-04:00A Quarter of a Century- Plus OneEach year as my birthday rolls around, I like to contemplate where I am in life and some of what’s happened in the past year. I feel like this birthday marks an emerging of sorts out of a dark, brutal year into a year of hope and discovery. As I struggled with postpartum depression I felt like I was simply unable to see any light at the end of the tunnel, but even though I couldn’t see it and simply didn’t even believe it existed, God still brought me through and now there are many days where I’m fairly dazzled by the brightness surrounding me.<br /><br />This last year I’ve learned so much. I learned that life is hard and that’s normal for this world. I learned that it’s okay to feel like crap and I don’t have to try to make myself feel or seem happy. I learned that when I let people in and share my struggles and weaknesses with them that some of them will let me down and leave me worse than when I started. But I learned that some few precious people will sink down into the muck with me and pull me back out. I learned a bit more what it means that God is my dad. I learned that I can talk to Him about anything- He already knows it all anyway. I learned more about myself and how sinful I am, but I also got to see growth and good things happening in me. I guess what I’m trying to say is, it was a good year.<br /><br />Thank you, God, for walking with me this year and holding my frail little hand in your big, strong hand. Every time I tripped, You caught me and every time I managed to run, You cheered the loudest and ran with me. I love You, Daddy.Adielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06577148168309526848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23878882.post-40704874923258983382010-03-17T15:42:00.002-04:002010-03-17T15:46:15.528-04:00The Regulative Principle of Worship and How My Floors Got MuddyThere is a school of thought that says that God has given us strict and detailed instructions on how we are to worship Him and any deviation from these instructions or any addition to them is wrong. This topic comes up with some frequency in our household. Well, an interesting example of this occurred yesterday. <br /><br />I had been cleaning all morning trying to get the house in some kind of order for the Bible study I was hosting that afternoon. After lunch I sent the kids outside to play. A few minutes later Evangeline excitedly ran inside with a little flower for me and Malachi quickly followed her with a bouquet of his own. But before I even looked at the flowers I noticed the trail of muddy footprints that followed my children across the freshly mopped floors. I’ve told them before to not come in the house with their boots on. At that moment I didn’t want their extra offerings- the flowers they picked for me- all I wanted was their obedience. They would have shown their love for me so much more if they had not picked the flowers, but rather obeyed me and not caused extra work for me. So the thought that God is picky about how we worship started to make sense. All the extra ways of worship aren’t actually pleasing to Him if they aren’t what He wants. <br /><br />But if we stop there then aren’t we just right back to a gospel of works? <br /><br />After I scolded the children and they showed remorse for disobeying me, I then turned my attention to the beautiful flower offerings. I gushed about how beautiful they were and I added them to my flower vase over the sink. I kissed my babies on their heads and thanked them for bringing me something so beautiful. No, they didn’t get it right. Yes, I still had a mess to clean up. But I know they were trying to please me and show me how they think I’m a special person. If I can forgive my children’s mistakes and accept their imperfect offerings then surely God can do even better. He demands holiness, but this little thing called Grace comes into play more than we realize. God’s favor toward us can overlook millions upon millions of stupid things we do. He still kisses us on our heads and He knows that we think He’s pretty special. And someday we’ll be able to show Him true, perfect worship when all our sin is stripped away. Oh, what a happy day that will be!Adielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06577148168309526848noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23878882.post-44449078302870334382010-03-13T19:33:00.002-05:002010-03-13T19:54:30.290-05:00Why I Hate Doing the Thing I LoveI've got a love/hate relationship going on with homeschooling. Yeah, I know it's the right thing to do, but sometimes I feel like I can't take the stress anymore. And I'm not talking about the daily stress of trying to get everything done around the house, take care of a baby and a toddler and teach two school-aged kids. I'm talking about the stress of comparing myself to other homeschoolers and feeling like I'm continually coming up short. It's like everyone else is in the know and I'm the only one who can't seem to figure this thing out. I know that's not true, but I still feel it. I hate wondering if my kids are behind because I'm not teaching them well enough or maybe they're just not as smart as the other kids. And I'd hate, hate, hate for my beautiful kids to ever feel that I think they're not smart enough. Because I know that my children are learning and their little souls are being feed and nurtured. <br /><br />I know that Jesus has equipped me with everything I need to be a good teacher and mommy to these kids. But still I feel like a failure. I guess this is where the whole grace thing comes in. Even if/when I make mistakes, God's got me covered. He's not going to let my kids fall by the wayside because I'm not a perfect teacher. If He wants them to grow up to be well-learned, faithful disciples then He's going to make that happen- even if all He has to work with is little old me.<br /><br />I can't fail. Even if all I can manage is a feeble attempt then God is going to take that and run with it. If He can create an entire human race from a pile of dirt, surely He can use me to mold my children into something beautiful.Adielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06577148168309526848noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23878882.post-59673167802506103342010-03-09T07:12:00.001-05:002010-03-09T07:15:15.271-05:00Happy Birthday, MomMy mom taught me many crucial life lessons in her tenure as my teacher, but I think the one that has shaped my adult life the most is her teaching me to not be a wimp. She told me that sometimes the only way to get rid of pain is to go through it and get it over with. This maxim helped me through the births of my kids, but also through much of life’s everyday struggles. I can still hear Mom saying, “Your mama didn’t raise no wimp.” And that’s what I keep telling myself.<br /><br />So today, on the anniversary of the day of her birth, my thoughts are turned toward my mom, my teacher, my friend. I’m not one to idolize the dead and elevate them higher than is right, but I do think it’s right to give credit where credit is due. My mom shaped me into the woman I grew up to be. She taught me every day as she lived out her life what it means to be a godly woman. She showed me how to be a loving mommy, how to sacrifice for the good of others, how to keep going when it seems like all strength is gone. She taught me to not run away from pain, but to bravely walk straight through it, knowing the whole time that God has got me by the hand and that just on the other side of this pain is peace and joy.<br /><br />My mom wasn’t perfect. She was a sinner just like I am. But she was the perfect teacher for me and God made sure she taught me everything she was supposed to before He took her home. Now every day I live out her wisdom. There is pain now in this broken world, but I’m not going to run from it. Life is hard, but the only way to get rid of the pain is to walk boldly through it. My mom walked through it and she made it to the other side where there is peace and joy forevermore. My mamma wasn’t no wimp. And, by the grace of God, I’m going to be just like her.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTNjUA8AFk31WJV9nNZ4QEn-dPUzMMu4qmZwpSuqMet_sRpRqBsfZPItet5SJd9pIJhbejg5KKXD5iGZ7LwKvaRVXK56avC7g4KhURCjPxRyrVG9GadnFB07l2xcmTGnE3Jaz4ag/s1600-h/mom.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTNjUA8AFk31WJV9nNZ4QEn-dPUzMMu4qmZwpSuqMet_sRpRqBsfZPItet5SJd9pIJhbejg5KKXD5iGZ7LwKvaRVXK56avC7g4KhURCjPxRyrVG9GadnFB07l2xcmTGnE3Jaz4ag/s400/mom.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446606190975552946" /></a>Adielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06577148168309526848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23878882.post-55940000979908487352010-02-04T15:31:00.002-05:002010-02-04T15:35:17.700-05:00My CallingLately I’ve been feeling discouraged. I feel like the work I do day after day is endless, thankless and just plain yucky. Some days I feel like I can’t possibly wipe one more poopy bum or deal with one more temper tantrum. I feel like a stable boy whose most important task is to shovel manure- every single day. Now, I know how important it is to have that manure shoveled and I know that if there wasn’t anyone willing to shovel it, then the whole farm would feel (and smell) the effects of that neglect. But that doesn’t make shoveling the manure any easier or any more fulfilling.<br /><br />So here I am, shoveling away. Most of the time no one even notices that I’m the one clearing out all that yuck. And even if someone does notice they usual don’t bother to thank me. I’m just doing my job, after all. I know this is my part of the Kingdom work. I know that I’m down here in the muck and goo because this is where Jesus wants me to be. I know that the reason I’m lonely here is because there aren’t many others who are willing to be down here, too. And so I’m shoveling manure to the glory of God. There won’t be any glorious mountaintop moments here in the sewage- no, we don’t get any of those down here. I won’t ever be pretty and clean like the other women I see and even if, for a brief moment, I do manage to make myself presentable I’ll only slip and fall in a fresh pile of dung and be right back where I started- right back where I belong.<br /><br />Yes, I am feeling pretty low right now. No, I don’t always feel like this. But right now I can’t seem to see past my own filthy nose. And yet, there is a tiny voice I still hear- a voice that’s telling me to hang in there and keep on shoveling because Jesus sees it all. He notices the work I do and He sees my face beneath the perpetual layer of grime. And He’s the one standing right next me, knee deep in it all, with a shovel in His hand, too. And I know that someday- maybe years from now, maybe minutes- He will pick me up, straighten out my aching back and gently wipe away all the dung, filth and tears from my face. And then I will hear the words that will make it all worthwhile, “Well done. You did all this for Me and I saw it all- every gross job you did and every hopeless day you faced. You’ve done it all and there’s no more dirty work for you to do. Come now and rest with Me. I’m so proud of you, my beautiful girl.”<br /><br />Yes, that’s the thought that keeps me plodding along. So now I must pick up my shovel and roll up my sleeves. I’ve got work to do.Adielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06577148168309526848noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23878882.post-26210133999970952372009-08-30T13:13:00.002-04:002009-08-30T13:16:27.975-04:00Wishful ThinkingToday was a pretty typical Sunday morning- cranky kids, cranky mamma and lots of hurrying around trying to get ready to go to church. It was also a rather gray, rainy morning so that added to my general feeling of blah. We got to church just fine and as I was saying good morning to a few people my mom wandered up and stole Zoe from me (hey, Grandma’s rights, you know?) I asked how she was doing today and she told me she hadn’t slept well last night because of back pain so she was a little out of it today. I told her how I was feeling down because of the weather and my crazy hormones. Then she suggested we come over for dinner tonight. Free food? We’ll be there!<br /><br />After church we went home and the kids had their naps (I got one, too!) Then we loaded back up and headed out to Grandma and Grandpa B’s house. I’m not sure what it is about grandparents, but no matter how often my kids see them, they are still incredibly excited to see them again. We got to my parents’ house and of course, Malachi was the one to make the night interesting by slipping and falling in the mud as soon as we stepped out of the van. Boys will be boys, I guess. Mom grabbed a motley assortment of clothes for Malachi from the stash that she keeps around the house in preparation for such occurrences (she does have a lot of grandkids so she knows how to be prepared!) <br /><br />Most of my siblings arrived a little later on and the adult to child ratio was quickly turning in the kids’ favor. We sat down to eat dinner which was the usual Sunday feast of the Ben-Ezras: pancakes! Mom brought the electric griddle out and cooked the pancakes right at the table like she has for as long as I can remember. Conversation ranged from politics (Seth did most of the talking here) to the sermon Dad preached this morning to latest movies we’ve all watched. Jonathan and Gabrielle managed to keep us all laughing like crazy throughout the meal. Evangeline got more syrup in her hair than on her pancakes and Lily spilled her milk all over Dad’s lap, but we’re all more or less used to those sorts of things. <br /><br />Elizabeth and I helped Mom wash dishes and then we Gardners started gathering kids and getting ready to head back home. We gave hugs all around. Mom gave Joshua an extra hug and I heard her tell him that she knows it’s not easy living with an emotional woman, but he’s doing a good job. We got back home and put our tired kids to bed. The day had started out pretty rough, but somehow amidst the chaos of Sunday pancakes I forgot to feel sad and down. It’s times like this that I’m so grateful to live near my family. Where would I be without them?Adielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06577148168309526848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23878882.post-42643541490118936492009-05-27T13:07:00.001-04:002009-05-27T13:09:03.067-04:00A Little Fishing Humor<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinbDvnuEF7dPPcVz2aA4LXW-puaWwsMl8EfZDMElVYceAUT5UXBLVvQe5PeH18gHrmaP95a-nNhyyUzjdKKWzzMKrWjzKK_cdho40eVGV-GGByxgLNjTDxUiDfEVkFtnjg7XYGGA/s1600-h/bait.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinbDvnuEF7dPPcVz2aA4LXW-puaWwsMl8EfZDMElVYceAUT5UXBLVvQe5PeH18gHrmaP95a-nNhyyUzjdKKWzzMKrWjzKK_cdho40eVGV-GGByxgLNjTDxUiDfEVkFtnjg7XYGGA/s400/bait.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340551589689028706" /></a>Adielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06577148168309526848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23878882.post-83253924411208641192009-05-23T18:55:00.003-04:002009-05-23T19:26:34.962-04:00The Gardner School Program- Part 3Lily and Malachi recited Psalm 1 together. I'm just so impressed with my kids! <br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dy_3CmGPM2PCjGXILle-HcKRO8XqQNaRPYKv3EYJEBGjGWEDm_X5XEiJJ3G6ykluY_CNwgzRb70CIs' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Adielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06577148168309526848noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23878882.post-5292484525897189582009-05-23T18:36:00.003-04:002009-05-23T18:55:14.908-04:00The Gardner School Program- Part 2Lily sang "I've Got The Joy" and Malachi sang the chorus of "Bears." Talk about cute!<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyadYBmZUr1PHchLTTOzKDRt-0lAg8Ek0Z_cUM6B-z-PMmR08FaJ69rEWYmEDrKPopAb-Q7yIB49xk' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dybnVcGh0MQnzMxUiko6Lf8qc71GxAeSCmwLDO6jzZ2J_-Ev4GYXweq74vyYqclDBMYgDI1-_a-5Hs' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Adielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06577148168309526848noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23878882.post-26580535508630045562009-05-23T16:45:00.003-04:002009-05-23T18:35:19.821-04:00The Gardner School ProgramWe had the first ever Annual Gardner School End Of The Year Program today. The kids got to showcase their cuteness as well as some things they learned during this school year. It may take me awhile to get all the videos up here, but here are a few to start with. Lily and Malachi each did a dance and they are extremely cute (if I do say so myself.)<br /><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxITV2OnjaJPC2ipCaH6ZpxvAfIOJ3jeN0jen4Z8hUsFxCq2CYw72YhnAHNe8Bk73C4QeNOlS2bSxM' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dz3xvQr_FmNueVO_GLTY99MYnYwGEzaIJcckquVjQ3mjmH0xPmQ6bHSZnJWomO70FLvTxHU87-xzQ8' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Adielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06577148168309526848noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23878882.post-3072073843779256492009-05-18T16:02:00.000-04:002009-05-18T16:04:49.771-04:00When Evangeline Gets Into Makeup<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYycgIClYlz18XOcYcriIiTe3Tr47FUXRDt8n0VFFZOT3nPx11WTklRzO8kpSOlnodOFqKdEXKtOJc1cMwJgdax3bc6h71VdeEOSFNmBMlCblTshFLld9H3tU3EQp15babTOv7SA/s1600-h/makeup.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYycgIClYlz18XOcYcriIiTe3Tr47FUXRDt8n0VFFZOT3nPx11WTklRzO8kpSOlnodOFqKdEXKtOJc1cMwJgdax3bc6h71VdeEOSFNmBMlCblTshFLld9H3tU3EQp15babTOv7SA/s400/makeup.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337257365638502306" /></a>Adielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06577148168309526848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23878882.post-90587532572816567552009-05-10T13:39:00.000-04:002009-05-10T13:42:05.330-04:00Lord's Day QuoteAre you afraid His power shall fail<br />When comes your evil day?<br />And can an all creating arm<br />Grow weary or decay?<br /><br />Supreme in wisdom as in power<br />The Rock of Ages stands,<br />Though Him you cannot see, nor trace<br />The working of His hands.<br /><br />He gives the conquest to the weak,<br />Supports the fainting heart;<br />And courage in the evil hour<br />His heavenly aids impart.<br /><br />---Isaac WattsAdielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06577148168309526848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23878882.post-54241042851815212232009-04-23T14:03:00.003-04:002009-04-23T14:30:45.555-04:00Happy Birthday, Lily!Today my firstborn turns six years old. It's amazing that it's been six years since that horrible labor and delivery. It's even more incredible that that tiny baby has turned into a beautiful, loving, nurturing, smart and creative little girl. <br /><br />I am so proud of Lily. She naturally cares for her younger siblings and she's always helping me in various ways. She will come to me, of her own accord, and ask, "Mommy, how can I help you?" I'll give her a task and when she's done she'll come back and say, "How else can I help you?" And she's so good with little Zoe. She'll hold her baby sister and burp her and bounce her to calm her down. Sometimes I have to fight her for my turn to hold Zoe! I don't know what I'd do without her.<br /><br />And then there's her brains- she's a smart cookie! Not only is she learning to read and write creatively, but she can also do basic addition, subtraction and multiplication- in her head! She certainly didn't get those math skills from me! She continues to impress me with how quickly she learns new things. <br /><br />She's a good reminder to me of God's grace. Joshua and I are very imperfect parents. We get angry and impatient and lazy and yet we have a lovely, obedient girl as our daughter. If that's not grace, then I don't know what is.<br /><br />Happy birthday, sweet Lily. May the beauty of God's face continue to shine through you. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjkAnq9ytKqIG4hIooIP6R5T77ZH1YRCkDn0m8fXhzBkNI6V7AZPoa-eNPVsHhF54TrFau4aRV8tmuDgnSdJqIxL3Mc_65yfwdt1XCWA4or-0cf8vlXkoHSVwYF-kOGJjSIsPVRQ/s1600-h/Lily4sm.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjkAnq9ytKqIG4hIooIP6R5T77ZH1YRCkDn0m8fXhzBkNI6V7AZPoa-eNPVsHhF54TrFau4aRV8tmuDgnSdJqIxL3Mc_65yfwdt1XCWA4or-0cf8vlXkoHSVwYF-kOGJjSIsPVRQ/s400/Lily4sm.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327955571220730994" /></a>Adielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06577148168309526848noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23878882.post-29055812645078377282009-04-09T16:14:00.000-04:002009-04-09T16:15:13.936-04:00Boy, Oh, Boy!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw7JCwD6LY0TfESZYXv1Vt4hfoTyfpX8soAOeuh9EsDIjjxBTzfKDMv0D1O4quEE8AHU_-NDSewDC08s8qIPctBtkbxe72E6xQFtGcSFVrYOTQMTfBn8OGm9KccXc8dBd4o8XOow/s1600-h/malmud.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw7JCwD6LY0TfESZYXv1Vt4hfoTyfpX8soAOeuh9EsDIjjxBTzfKDMv0D1O4quEE8AHU_-NDSewDC08s8qIPctBtkbxe72E6xQFtGcSFVrYOTQMTfBn8OGm9KccXc8dBd4o8XOow/s400/malmud.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322787695801118018" /></a><br /><br />This little dude is 100% BOY! I told him to not jump in the mud puddles today (I was getting tired of the extra laundry, baths, etc.) so he obeyed. Instead, he thought it'd be a good idea to scoop up handfuls of mud and put it in a bucket. *sigh* I guess he can't help it- he's a boy and boys must get muddy.Adielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06577148168309526848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23878882.post-66024599086602456752009-04-02T23:00:00.002-04:002009-04-02T23:04:07.887-04:00My New FavoriteI think Alli Rogers is my new favorite artist. She has such poetry in her lyrics. 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gte mso 9]><xml> <o:shapedefaults ext="edit" spidmax="1026"> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <o:shapelayout ext="edit"> <o:idmap ext="edit" data="1"> </o:shapelayout></xml><![endif]--> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-style: italic;">I’m extremely proud of all my kids, but lately there have been some very special “Malachi Moments” and I wanted to share them.</span><i style=""><o:p></o:p></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal">We were in the hospital the day after Zoe was born and the three older kids were meeting their baby sister for the first time. It was Malachi’s turn to hold Zoe and he could barely contain his excitement. Here was the baby he’d prayed for all throughout my pregnancy. After several women we knew had miscarriages, he had started seriously praying for Baby Boo. Whenever it had been his turn to pray, he’d say, “Dear God, please help the baby to not die. Amen.” Malachi had loved to give the baby goodnight hugs by hugging my big belly. And now he was holding this little baby. Joshua reminded him that it was his job as Zoe’s big brother to take care of her and protect her. And my little man looked so lovingly at his sister in his arms and immediately began telling her about the sword he had. He took his job very seriously and wanted Zoe to know that he had the right tools for the job. And right there was a beautiful blend of tenderness and manliness.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">On Sunday we took the kids’ bikes out to the parking lot and had fun together. When it was time to go back inside we all dragged the bikes through the muddy backyard and back to our porch. It was not an easy job, but Malachi insisted on taking his bike back all by himself. I kept offering to help, but he just said, “No, thank you” and kept at it. It took him quite a while to get his bike to where it belonged and it had started to rain in the meantime, but he persisted and finally succeeded.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Tonight Evangeline was having a hard time eating her dinner. She was being a typical 2-year-old and refusing to chew and swallow her food and in addition she was screaming and crying. I took her onto my lap to get her to calm down enough to attempt to eat, but I wasn’t having much success. Then Malachi quietly reached out and held onto her hand and all of a sudden, Evangeline stopped screaming, chewed the food in her mouth and calmly swallowed it. And she held onto her big brother’s hand the whole time. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">So you see why I’m so proud of my little Malachi? He’s turning into a loving, tender, strong and determined little person. And if he makes me this proud now at four years of age, then I can’t wait to see what he’ll be like when he becomes a man. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Keep growing as you are, my little Malachi. And may God use you for His glory in big and amazing ways. </p> Adielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06577148168309526848noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23878882.post-15331120609275744712009-03-22T06:56:00.004-04:002009-03-23T16:13:23.625-04:00Musings, Ramblings and Thoughts About My 25th BirthdaySo today I turn a quarter of a century old. I was trying to determine if I feel really old now or still really young and I've decided that I feel young. I still think of myself as a sixteen-year-old petty teenager at times and I'm not sure when I'll start feeling like a "grown-up." Yes, I've got responsibilities out the kazoo, but I still can't seem to get a grip on being an adult. Maybe I'll figure it out by the time I'm 30 or maybe by 60.<br /><br />Sometimes it feels strange to have skipped the college phase of life when most of my peers chose that path. I don't regret not going to college- I just wish I had a friend who didn't go either. It'd sure be nice to have someone my own age to talk to about potty training methods, homeschooling, and what to do with an emotional 5-almost 6-year-old. It'd sure be nice to not be the youngest mother in my social circle.<br /><br />Oh, well! God saw fit to put me here and now and so here and now is where I will bloom. God has done some amazingly beautiful and harsh things to me in these past 25 years- more than I thought could fit into 25 years! It's exciting and a little bit frightening to think about what He'll do in the next 25 years. But whatever crazy stuff He's got in store for me, I know it'll be better than I can fathom right now. Golly, it takes a lot of faith to trust God with my future! But He's proven Himself trustworthy in the past so I guess I'm just going to have to close my eyes, grab His hand and jump right in to this new quarter of a century. Here goes!<br /><br />Happy Birthday to me!Adielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06577148168309526848noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23878882.post-59391868343641239192009-03-20T12:12:00.002-04:002009-03-20T12:16:11.410-04:00Spring, Spring!The calendar tells me it's Spring, but the sprinkling of snow this morning says differently. But to help keep my hope alive, I thought I'd post this little ditty that I wrote and posted a few years back. Spring <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">is</span> coming!<br /><br />The frost is over and so is the freeze,<br />Spring is coming- I can feel it in the breeze.<br />I see the green grasses bursting from the brown soil.<br />The birds build their nests and the ant starts its toil.<br />Snow has melted and left bluebells in its stead,<br />Ivy replaces icicles as around trees it starts to thread.<br />Life is coming from in the winter cocoon it was hiding.<br />The butterfly is flying in the sweet air now abiding.<br />Creation sings out songs pure, sweet- praising<br />To our Lord as these dead He is now raising.<br />The bees hum out laud and the birds sing out thanks,<br />The rivers clap their hands, leaping over their banks.<br />We join in with all our weak might,<br />Praising the God we know by faith but not yet by sight.<br />The bright flowers are beautiful the blue sky so clear<br />It’s times like this we feel that God is near,<br />But what about the pain we feel and the people that we miss?<br />Wait now and remember that Heaven is even nicer than this.Adielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06577148168309526848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23878882.post-78143752495717191092009-03-18T08:52:00.001-04:002009-03-18T08:55:30.729-04:00All Smiles<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicjYfXd3EbSGHTG0uUpTHypFGOmdyWapF8z3UIUjxo6zf5OBMkvAJLYg65q1BaniQeH-7da9ZnifNjLpX2u1j-F0LYTwit7P342PzZtGU4tr-n-_wk9rt-1X2ishRQvDvTbX4RvA/s1600-h/happyZoesm.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 273px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicjYfXd3EbSGHTG0uUpTHypFGOmdyWapF8z3UIUjxo6zf5OBMkvAJLYg65q1BaniQeH-7da9ZnifNjLpX2u1j-F0LYTwit7P342PzZtGU4tr-n-_wk9rt-1X2ishRQvDvTbX4RvA/s400/happyZoesm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314510077818602866" border="0" /></a>Now that's one happy Zoe! Check out that double chin!Adielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06577148168309526848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23878882.post-53297563895114429382009-03-17T11:26:00.003-04:002009-03-17T11:32:22.908-04:00For My Joshua<div id="revision"> <p>I don’t have words to tell you how I’m feeling<br />I don’t think any language can<br />At times like these silence is appealing<br />Somehow I know you understand</p> <p>And if I ever lose my hearing<br />And if I ever lose my sight<br />If all my five senses leave<br />I know we’d be alright<br />Cause it seems your heart is a part of mine</p> <p>So this is how it feels to be breathless<br />When someone walks out of the room<br />Stay by me, we can be timeless<br />Less than forever is too soon</p> <p>And if we ever lose our hearing<br />And if we ever lose our sight<br />If all our five senses leave<br />I know we’d be alright<br />Cause it seems your heart is a part of mine</p> <p>I’ve sorted through all the words I know to use<br />And looked for beauty to define<br />I haven’t found what I want to say to you<br />But I’ll try for the rest of my life<br />Lets try for the rest of our lives</p> <p>And if we ever lose our hearing<br />And if we ever lose our sight<br />If all our five senses leave<br />I know we’d be alright<br />Cause it seems your heart is a part of mine</p><p>-- "If I Ever" by Alli Rogers<br /></p> </div>Adielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06577148168309526848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23878882.post-59018087026335592122009-03-15T19:47:00.001-04:002009-03-15T19:49:50.841-04:00Lord's Day QuoteHe left His Father’s throne above<br />So free, so infinite His grace—<br />Emptied Himself of all but love,<br />And bled for Adam’s helpless race:<br />’Tis mercy all, immense and free,<br />For O my God, it found out me!<br /><br />Amazing love! How can it be,<br />That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me?Adielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06577148168309526848noreply@blogger.com0